[praying] Protect and nourish the frail and the weak, O Lord. Let them grow big and strong under Thy loving care. [camera pulls back, revealing that he is talking about his vegetables] In fact, let them grow bigger and stronger than anyone else's, so that the first prize might be mine! [applies a drop of water] Aaaaaaa-men!

[holding up a pair of cucumbers like a cross] Merrrrcyyyyyyyyy!

And for our sins, a hideous creature has been sent to punish us all! Repent! Repent! Lest you, too, taste the wrath of... the Were-Rabbit!

Let us all join you in your moment of sorrow. [begins to walk away] YEEEEEEEEAAAAAHHH! [fireworks begin to go off and jolly music plays] ON WITH THE SHOW!

[witnessing Victor Quartermaine caught on a weather-vane by his trousers, showing his rear end to all below] Beware the moon!

Lady Tottington: [over the phone] I have the most terrible rabbit problem. The competition is only days away. You simply have to do something.

Wallace: Certainly, M'um [to Gromit] I think we're about to go up in the world, lad. [back to the phone] Just stay right where you are, Your Ladyship, and we'll be there in an-- [hits the control panel and gets dragged up through the ceiling] Ahhhh!

Lady Tottington: In an hour?! I can't wait an hour! I have a major infestation!

Lady Tottington: Victor! Hadn't we agreed: no more thoughtless killing?

Victor: Quite right, my dear. So I've thought this through very carefully. [aims gun at a rabbit, who puts his paws up] It's off to bunny heaven for you, big-ears!

[Quartermaine's hairpiece has been sucked up into the Bun-Vac 6000.]

Lord Victor Quartermaine: I want... [lowers voice]toupeé, please.

Wallace: Oh, Grand. We take check or cash.

Victor: TOUPEÉ, you idiot! My hair is in in your machine!

Wallace: Oh, no, it's only rabbits in there. The hare, I think you'll find, is a much larger mammal.

Victor: Oh, out of my way, you! [retrieves his toupeé; to Lady Tottington] I'm sorry, my lady. [the toupeé is actually a black bunny] But I refuse to suffer any more humiliation at the hands of these blundering nitwits. I therefore bid you good day!

PC McIntosh: [surveying the damage left by the Were-Rabbit] If you ask me, this was arson.

[The townspeople gasp.]

Man 1: Arson?

PC McIntosh: Aye. Someone arsin' around!

Wallace: [sobbing] Oh, Gromit! I don't wanna be a giant rabbit!

Hutch the Rabbit: Aww, the bounce is gone from his bungee.

Reverend Clement Hedges: Hello? Is anyone there?

[The Were-Rabbit lets out an enormous belch.]

Rev. Hedges: Mrs. Mulch?

Reverend Clement Hedges: [at the fair] Ah, Mr. Growbag. I have a hunch this will be a night to remember.

Victor: Oh, yes. You think you can pilfer my filly, don't you? You think you can con an innocent woman out of her fortune.

Wallace: Who, me?

Victor: Well, I got here first! I've spent a lot of time reeling in that fluffy-headed bunny-lover, and I'm not about to let some puddle-headed peasant poach her from me! Comprendez?

Reverend Clement Hedges: The beast lurks within all of us, my child. [thunderclap] The side of us that emerges at night, when the full moon rises into the sky! The side that savagely rips the leaves off any innocent cabbage...!